At this time (1915) the major portion of the civilized world was embroiled in a mad turmoil, employing every known device and resource in destroying human life and every form of physical property. With the very foundations of civilization thus disrupted, and our own country on the verge of being drawn into a deadly combat in which the most humane and enlightened nations of the earth were reverting to the practices of ancient barbarism, it is not strange that our merchant friend should have argued that it was a most unpromising situation upon which to construct investment values and business prosperity. It was inconsistent, inconceivable and seemingly impossible that stocks, even good stocks, could continue to advance in the face of such demoralizing conditions. When war was first declared, even before England became involved, the stock market was thrown into such a violent state of panic that it became necessary to close the stock exchange for several months; yet now when the clouds of disaster were at their darkest and hung menacingly over the whole of civilization this country alone was indulging in a riotous exhibition of prosperity such as had never been dreamed of. The market tipsters, the financial editors of newspapers, the brokers’ letters and all stock market literature, with but few exceptions, were crowing loud and boastfully for still higher prices, and after the whole group of stocks had risen in unison for a time, some individual stock was singled out every day or so, pushed into the forefront and skyrocketed to dizzying heights. The brokers and all the customers were delirious with joy and excitement. The stock brokers were all bulls, the traders were bulls, the tipsters and rumor-mongers were bulls--even the office boys who called the quotations from the tickers were bulls, and shouted vociferously when some special stock jumped a point or more from the previous quotation; and it seemed to our trader that in calling out the advancing prices special emphasis was always given to the particular stocks he was short of. He was literally beset with bullish exultation and bullish news from everywhere. The noisy enthusiasm in the board-room rankled in his ears and rasped on his over-wrought nerves. He felt as one could imagine a tiny lone bear would feel in the center of a great arena, surrounded by a cordon of cavorting bulls. To him it seemed that he was the only bear on earth. There might be others, but they were too cleverly sequestered to admit of sharing his misery with them. [Illustration] NOBODY LOVES A BEAR